Every time my family gets together for a holiday, there is only one thing that I can think of: the beautiful smell of food. The first thing that comes to my mind actually, is the freshly cooked ham. I always remember though, when I first walk inside my grandparents house; the humid warmth from cooking all morning and the smell of a variety of foods of course of which resides ham are the first thing that hits me. This always gets me excited when a holiday comes around.
It's always really hot inside my grandparents house on any given holiday although I usually don't mind because it's almost always cold outside. Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter are the three holidays that the family gets together at my grandparents. My family goes to my house for Independence Day. There's always a 50/50 chance of it being hot or cold on Thanksgiving and Easter and it is always cold on Christmas. Regardless of the temperature outside it is always hot inside. All morning my grandma is cooking well my grandpa stands around and annoys my grandma. My parents and I are always the second people to arrive, proceeded only by my cousin Vanessa who is usually cutting turkey and ham when we walk in the door.
My grandma always prepares a variety of food for everyone, of which I only pay attention to the ham and biscuits. They are always so super delicious. The ham is always so super juicy and sweet and the biscuits are crisp yet soft and are some of the best biscuits I've ever had. Other than my small menu, my grandma makes many other foods such as two types of casserole, chili, mashed potatoes and homemade gravy, and some other things that I either don't know the name of or cant remember.
Three times a year, I get my delicious ham and biscuits and my family manages to forget (or nearly forget) about the dessert. We all laugh and have a good time and bid goodbye until the next time. It's always a good time when the holidays roll around.
As soon as everyone arrives we all rush for the food. The 'serving station' in the small kitchen means we have to form a small line to grab from our variety of food. When we all done, if it's hot, we go outside on to their patio to eat well if it is cold we sit in the dining room inside that is just big enough for us all. We all chat and eat, passing around the biscuits and butter every couple seconds to someone else.
My family has a knack for forgetting about dessert, in fact, last year for Easter we completely forgot about it. I'm not really sure how it happens, because there are always tasty treats for everyone that we love. It always happens though. My grandma makes pound cake, cheesecake, Jello, butterscotch cookies (my absolute favorite), Christmas cookies for Christmas. and she alternates between brownies and fudge. I never know how such a delicious variety can be forgotten, but it happens and we all have a laugh about it when we are packing leftover food to take home and realize there is a forgotten table of heaven sitting off it's lonesome in the same room as the dining table.
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